Where The Board Walk Ends

The strong shells of full-grown crabs
Are no match for
A five ton pickup truck.

Waves swell, crash, and flail,
Then return quietly,
Never having left at all.

Caravans of clouds
Pass by quickly,
In no particular hurry.

Moses parts seas.
Jesus walks on water.
I spread your lips, dive right in.

Your legs spread open,
Your wrists and ankles bound,
I fuck you as I please.

Tiberius F grew up in the wilds of the Northeast. He studied philosophy, spirituality and people; finding that he had a gift for helping people in various ways. He is intense, funny, a merrymaker, a charmer, and never boring, his laugh alone will give you pleasure beyond your dreams...